But still ...A Poem by Michelle Lauren... a dedication to all that behold heartbreaking hope
I have fallen down the rabbit hole
Perversion permeates my thoughts Every cell in my brain tires Abused to the point of nefarious collapse Rain spatters the windows; there will be no sun today Only doleful somber and drear Forsaken is childrens’ laughter Displaced by paralyzing silence A meaningless life; unfulfilled and moot as a bird poking for worms on the freeway Humorous to some, disheartened by few, ignored by most Today is Christmas Supposed bliss abandoned years in advance I am broken, I am solemn, I am neither here nor anywhere A misguided conceptualized existence The faint presence of a tattered calendar of which reads December 25 clings desperately to its hold, It is sadly the last and only reminder Years have past since I have felt their presence Lying in a cell with no bars; doors that await their simplified purpose But still, I am a prisoner of my own devices © 2021 Michelle LaurenFeatured Review
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Added on February 15, 2021Last Updated on May 7, 2021 AuthorMichelle LaurenNorth of Boston , MAAboutI am a self-sustaining woman that has lived life mainly from watching and observing others in my highly dysfunctional family as NOT what to do. My outlook on life and the world we inhabit is dismal at.. more..Writing
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